Bomber Boys
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Patrick Bishop. Bomber Boys
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Contents
Maps
Prologue: PERKINS
Introduction After the Whirlwind
1 Learning the Hard Way
2 Coventrated
3 ‘To Fly and Fight’
4 Crewing Up
5 Dying in the Dark
6 Enter ‘Butch’
7 The Feast of St Peter and St Paul
8 The Reasons Why
9 The Battle
10 A Select Gang of Blokes’
11 The Big City
12 The Chop
13 Crack Up
14 Home Front
15 Love in Uniform
16 D-Day Diversion
17 Tallboys and Tirpitz
18 Götterdämmerung
19 Forgetting
Epilogue WENT THE DAY WELL?
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Notes. PROLOGUE
INTRODUCTION
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
Bombers
Index
Acknowledgements
About the Publisher
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BOMBER BOYS
FIGHTING BACK
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But despite death’s towering presence, it could still seem curiously remote. It was a common experience to see an aeroplane just like your own, ahead of you in the bomber stream, suddenly explode as flak ignited hundreds of gallons of petrol and thousands of pounds of explosive. It was not unusual to watch as a night-fighter nosed upwards beneath the pregnant belly of an unsuspecting neighbour and with one squirt of its vertically-directed guns sent it screaming down.
After witnessing these dreadful sights, crews were often struck by the complexity and selfishness of their feelings. ‘Suddenly,’ wrote Harry Yates, a Lancaster pilot, ‘ahead of us in the stream a vic of three kites was consumed in a prodigious burst of flame which immediately erupted outwards under the force of the secondary explosion. The leader had been hit in the bomb bay, the others were too close. No one could have survived, I knew. There was no point in looking for parachutes. I flew on straight and level, Tubby standing beside me, both of us dumbstruck by the appallingly unfair swiftness and violence of it all. But there was still that deeply-drawn breath of relief that somebody else, and not oneself, had run out of luck. And hard on the heels of that was a pang of guilt. One grieved for whoever was in the kites and wondered if friends might not be coming home …’11
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